Monday, October 22, 2018

Thursday, October 18, 2018

To Give Everything A Title, To Keep Things As Clear As Something With A NameSeasons, The Cold And It's Unease Are Seeping InBut This Isn't Just A Season, I Want To Find Tactics As Clear As Giving My Life To A MonasteryScrambling For A Name For The Feeling

And An Action For The NameAll I Know How To Do Is Write Draw Sing SewSo I Just Do It, Frenzied And FineTitling Is One Action To TakeCalling Myself An Artist Without HesitationA Curse Or A Blessing? A Power Or Weakness?The Vibe And Visuals By Chance And By Choice For This Precarious Moment

the humidity weaves a web of moldin and out and through everythingand it stalks out onto the wallsand the underside of my big deskfat green leopard printall of the would-be friendsthat I knowand faraway friendsdo they wonder about me?

I'm here if they need meat my spotty deskwe all have passion fatiguediscussing the *current situation in politics*it seems so blatant, so surreally obviousthe hell and the hand-basket of it all

can we take our government back?can we make it work for us?as it never truly hasthe mounting dramas of each daywe have never been what we say we areGreat U.S.A. the best

there is a type of bug on my desk that I've never seen beforewho seems to like Debussyhis movements are extremely fluidand he tiptoes then pauses, bobbing his head slowlylike a tiny danseurhis antennae cast a shadowtwo decorative serifs on the white watermarked paper he dances across

Monday, October 1, 2018

dream I was Andrea's baby
getting woken up continuously
in a dark room
she was bent over me
like in a crib
rubbing my belly
and I was plagued
with the heaviest sleep
I can imagine
or
I was carrying her baby
for her, sleeping on duty
it was partially OK
but it was time for her to lay down
I had to get off the bed
in my sporty clothes,
slightly raised belly &
ankle socks

she was sage-y
reappearing again and
again like a witch
I'm hot and can't breathe and
can't imagine being awake-
job or baby?

PT2

I'm in a car on a scary dark road
with a gun pointed at my face
because it's an area for some
civic duty
I was exempt, tried to show my heavy fur
by pushing my chest forward through
the unbearable sleep
Val Verde or something

when I come here I say hella
and he just writes in with a knife
in toast